Pre-Op

The pre-op appointment was kind of boring except for the 3 vials of blood that they had to do a lot of poking to get. It's the 4th time I've had blood drawn in the last 2 months and this chick had a hard time finding a useful vein. I'll admit I'm not an easy one, but ouch.


Anyway the appointment was mostly answer 100 questions for the 3rd or 4th time. Confirm that my height and weight haven't changed in the last 2 months. (I've been weighed almost weekly. Unless Wilson weighs 30 pounds I'll still be over weight after, but at least I haven't been fluctuating.) And I got instructions for the week before, the day before, the morning of. No herbal medicines, but black tea is ok, thank goodness. And a glass of wine in the evenings in Maine will be ok too.

The NP today was explaining about how things will go for my stay. Pre-op, surgery, post-op, getting a room, blowing into the tube thing to see how high you can raise the ball, when Mom can be with me and when not, etc. And I thought, Dad's crisis was awful, but on the plus side I know all about how hospitals work now. Everything she said was what they did with Dad. (And since Dad's ok now I can joke about it.)

Oh and my 2nd opinion for the MRI came in the middle of Dad's crisis so I don't think I ever said. The surgeon said the same as the hematologist: let's wait 6-9 months and then do another MRI. And odds are we won't need to do anything about it at all. I'm not looking forward to another MRI, but it's better than having to remove the spleen.